Sitting in the upper hand position, there was a silver cigarette box on the table, and his fingers tapped on the table in an orderly manner. The tapping sound was the only sound in the room.
Lamanle stood opposite, holding the table with one hand and covering his chest with the other. Cold sweat had soaked through his dry hair and dripped down his cheeks. Even so, he still forced himself to be calm, but his body was constantly twitching.
The folds of skin reveal that doing so is not easy.
Liam raised his eyelids and glanced at the other party angrily, muttering in his heart, what tricks is this old guy doing again? He was so energetic when he entered the room, but why did he become weak as soon as the backer left?
Five minutes had passed since the man in black robe left. During this period, Liam remained silent.
The member of the Spiritual Cult, who changed his name to Larry and whose real name was Lamar, did not dare to speak rashly and stood obediently, innocently like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
However, this is not the case.
The strong Liam is like an inflated balloon, strong on the outside but weak on the inside. In this state, not to mention facing a Lich Mage, even an ordinary person can easily knock him down.
On the other hand, Lamanel looked like his kidneys had been hollowed out, but he was a real angel, a lich mage with at least level 9. A character of this level, even if he had no resistance, would lose control.
The monster he transformed into can easily wipe out the entire Lando City.
Liam knew very well that the opponent's strength was terrifying, so even if the opponent was in the wrong, he did not dare to push too hard.
"One hand is a stick and the other is a carrot" is the way to control people.
The accelerating tapping sound in this silence was like an ever-accelerating heartbeat. This invisible sense of oppression made him feel suffocated.
Exhaling a breath, the tapping fingers stopped.
The sudden stop made Lamanda gasp out instinctively, as if her tense nerves had finally been relieved before they were about to collapse.
Liam skillfully used the environment and psychological cues to establish power without the other party noticing, so that the subsequent conversation would go more smoothly.
"Sit." Liam picked up the silver cigarette box and played with it in his hand with a nonchalant expression.
Lamarr sat down obediently, placing his hands under the table and crossing them nervously.
His fingers touched the surface of the cigarette box through the spiritual space, pressed on the groove, and the cigarette box opened immediately.
Seeing this scene, Lamaner's body tensed up and his expression became extremely nervous. His cloudy eyes stared at the cigarette box in horror without blinking.
Liam put his fingers in and gently touched the match-sized shovel, but kept his eyes on him.
"You're scared."
"Dear descendants of the God of Death..."
"I have a name." Liam said, holding the small shovel between his fingers, as if he was about to lift it out the next second.
Lamaner was horrified when he saw it, and said in a voiceless voice: "Dear descendants of the God of Death, you cannot take out this sacred object, otherwise I will..."
"Oh, what will happen to you? Lose control? Or do you want to stop me? Even if you kill me?" Liam gritted his teeth at the end of his sentence. The spiritual space can be easily broken by injecting a small amount of magic power.
Liam was betting that the other party wouldn't dare to act rashly, and he was also betting that the small shovel wouldn't grow bigger before the spiritual space was released.
"Mandy's Styx Shovel" possesses a strange ability, which seems to awaken Lamanle's madness.
This inference was discovered after Liam came back to his senses and saw the embarrassed opponent.
Lamanle's expression froze, and he slowly took out his hands hidden under the table and placed them on the table.
A black mist containing coldness and evil emerged from the palm of his hand. The next second, the mist wrapped around the arm like a poisonous snake, and a hissing sound came from inside. Soon the mist dissipated, and the mist disappeared together.
Both arms.
The empty sleeves hung down, and two rings fell on the table.
Although he lost his arms, Lamaner still had a calm expression, "I will not do anything to harm you. If you insist on releasing the holy object, I will commit suicide immediately to prevent it from getting out of control and hurting you."
Liam stared at the other person, the remaining magic power gathered into his right eye, and the "curtain" rotated deep in the pupil. It lasted for just one second, and then the two masses of energy dissipated.
Withdrawing his fingers, Liam closed the cigarette box and put it down.
The other party is in no mood to lie.
The room fell silent again, this time feeling a little more relaxed than before.
"Why are the Spiritual Cult looking for me, and who is that man in black robe?" Liam was not asking, but ordering the other party.
"Dear Descendants of the God of Death..." Lamaner saw the slightly angry eyes of the other party and changed his title wisely, "Dear Lord Liam, it is not the Spiritual Religion that has come to find you, but the Advent Sect.
The oracle has come, you are the descendant of the great God of Death and the master who leads us."
"Oracle?" Liam immediately became energetic. His heart was not filled with joy, but with fear.
The changes in the church, the extraordinary ability to rewrite everyone's memory, and the powerful existence of unknown identity. Could it be that He sent down the "oracle" to guide the "Spiritual Religion Group" to find him?
To be called an "oracle" by the "Spiritual Religion" must be related to the God of Death, otherwise it would not be able to intervene directly beyond the authority.
According to historical records, at the end of the Second Era, the god of death, Kurag, disappeared, and the three major churches confirmed the death of the god of death. This means that the god of death cannot directly issue an "oracle", which means that other gods have usurped the authority of the god of death, or have powers similar to that of the god of death.
The authority of the God of Death, and the God of Death is the god of soul and destiny. As far as I know, only the Dragon of Nothingness has the power of destiny, and the other party disappeared inexplicably in the second era. Thousands of years have passed, etc...
My natural ability "Night Demon Eye" and the ability "Curtain" obtained through the ritual are both related to the night. The God of Death has the power of darkness!
The one who can send down "oracles" is at least the king of angels, and it is recorded in unofficial history that there is a king of angels in the "Spiritual Religion". In other words, the "oracle" comes from a demigod or one of the three righteous gods.
....
"The authority of the night..." Liam thought of the Silver Moon Church, the statue of the goddess bathed in light and night, and the long black sword.
"Rumble." Deafening thunder came from outside the window, dark clouds blocked the sun, and dark clouds pressed over the city.
Liam shivered suddenly.
"Praise the goddess for her mercy, please forgive the ignorant lamb." Liam drew a crescent moon on his chest and muttered the words.
Lamaner stared straight at it. The person in front of him was a descendant of the God of Death. This was confirmed, but the descendant of the God of Death prayed to the Silver Moon Goddess? Wouldn't God punish him? Isn't this descendant of the God of Death a bit...
Weird thinking.
Liam ignored the other party's fear and recited it silently dozens of times. The dark clouds that blocked the sky gradually dispersed, and the warm afternoon sunshine shone down.
"Huh." He breathed out, and Liam could be sure of three things at this time.
First, it may not be the goddess who rewrites the memory herself, but she is definitely involved. Second, the goddess controls the power of the night and may be able to borrow it. She can send "oracles" to the "Spiritual Cult" who believe in the God of Death. Chapter 2
Third, the goddess can hear the prayers of her descendant of the God of Death, as if a "special reminder" has been set by the other party.
The black cloud just now was just a warning. Liam didn't dare to have any more blasphemous thoughts. After all, the goddess was not a simple and kind-hearted girl.
"Lamanel, please tell me about the content of the oracle." The stone weighing on my heart became much lighter, Liam's energy also improved a lot, and his tone couldn't help but soften.
Lamaner was dumbfounded. Can a believer in the God of Death pray to Silver Moon for a gift? But a miracle did happen just now. Maybe I can try to pray for a gift from the Silver Moon Goddess for my curse.
Once a person has an inclination, they will find countless reasons to believe it. This was the case with Lamanle at this time. He increasingly felt that praying to the Silver Moon Goddess could get a way to lift the curse. After all, the God of Death had not responded for thousands of years.
"Lamanle? Lamanle?"
Lamaner woke up and bowed his head humbly, "Dear Lord Liam, the 'oracle' is very vague. I only know that Caitlan's special successor to the God of Death has arrived and asked you to treat the holy objects well and improve your strength as soon as possible."
"Well, what next."
"Dear Sir Liam, that's all."
"there is none left?"
"Gone."
"Just let you give me this broken shovel?" Liam cursed in his heart, beautiful goddess, you finally got this "oracle", this is it? Just this?
"Dear Sir Liam, that is Mandy's Styx Shovel. It is a sacred tool that digs through the boundary between the human world and the Styx. It is a relic left by the third descendant of Death." Lamanle retorted,
"Its status is equivalent to that of Yangyan Church's holy weapon - the Sword of Holy Judgment."
"So, it's still just a shovel..." Liam was very disappointed. Everyone's sacred weapons were so-and-so's sword, so-and-so's hammer, and so-and-so's gun. It would be better for him to have a shovel in his turn.
, Haha, should we dig a grave for the opponent before starting the fight?
"Dear Sir Liam, it is 'Mandy's Styx Shovel', which can dig through the human world and the Styx..."
"Okay, I understand. We can dig up the embankment and drown the other party." Liam was stunned. This unintentional remark seemed to hit the nail on the head.
Hearing this, Laman's face turned green, "My lord, you must not dig the banks of the River Styx, otherwise even the great God of Death will not be able to protect you."
"WC, so awesome?" Liam no longer looked down upon the small shovel, "Maybe I can use it to let the dog out."
Suddenly, a bold idea came to mind.
Looking at the other person's face with a sneer from time to time, Lamaner suddenly had doubts about the "oracle". This descendant of the God of Death really has a... unique thinking.